I’ve
become a very bookish lady in my old age…if seventy three is old.
When
I was a kid, I had one bookcase in my room.
When I came back from the Army, I had gramma’s old white bookcase then
added a brick and board bookcase. When
we moved into the big house, we had a giant bookcase along one wall in the
living room. Other bookcases sprouted
here and there…always the white bookcase among them.
Today
my life is still filled with bookcases, and I love them. The living room has three…one is the old
white bookcase. This dark wood bookcase
is one that George found in a dumpster.
The owners of the house charged him ten bucks, and he brought it home
triumphantly. It once had doors, but it has movable shelves. Once it was out in a
garage, and now it has biographies, poetry, quilting, G’s cribbage boards, and
other comforting subjects like that.
At
work my boss says the other shops have only one small bookcase each. Not ours.
This week we have six bookcases.
Last week there were more. I have
so much fun with books on Wednesdays.
I wish I had a dollar for every cinder block I carted around so I could make bookcases. LOL!
ReplyDeleteSo happy for George...going fishing!
ReplyDeleteHope the fishing is good. And I have about 8 bookcases now....
ReplyDeleteShe who is a friend of books is never without a friend. From my Grandma
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice corner. I could sit right down there with a book and be happy for hours!
ReplyDeleteWe have it covered.
ReplyDeleteBooks and bookcases are good. So is a nice chair to read in, and I see that you have one.
ReplyDeleteI like your interior decorating.
ReplyDeleteLove me some bookcases, and loads of books. If I sat in that lovely room in that chair with a book and coffee, I'd be there for days.
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